*(Writer’s note: Loooong story. So, if you wanna skip to the action, go to line 3. First time writing erotica, so I hope it’s not shit.)*
Another night out on the town. By myself.
Fuck, I feel like a pathetic loser for not at least inviting my friends, even if they are all married. Who’s to say they wouldn’t want to take a night out on the town, hm?
Oh well. My loss, I suppose. I’ll just hop over to the bar for a drink or two, then head on out.
At least, that’s what I thought was going to happen. I walked in, took my usual spot in the couch near the entrance, and ordered the same thing I always get.
“I’ll just have a couple of Coors, please.”
Brian always seems to know what I’m getting, as he started writing down my order before I could get it out. Must come here too often, I suppose.
It’s a busier-than-usual kind of night, it seemed. I darted my eyes around the room, but try to avoid eye contact so I don’t make things awkward. Until, that is, I locked eyes with her.
She was with some of her friends, but seemed to be highly uninterested in whatever it was they were talking about as she was looking around the room, playing on her phone, and pretending to laugh at points where they were laughing. She locked eyes with me for more than just a glance, and seemed highly interested in me. That, or it was the fact the bar had a couch.
To be sure, I raised my glass, gave a bit of a smile, and waved her over. She must have gotten the message. She gave me a wink, and must have told her friends she was heading out or that she would be right back. They barely knew she was gone. Some friends, eh?
She had black hair with some pink highlights, looked to be in shape, but no exercise junkie. In fact, she looked to be into punk rock a bit, but no piercings on her other than an earring or two. She had hips that could make anyone in that room do a double take, legs not too thick, but not exactly skinny, either. Maybe it was the skinny jeans she was wearing that gave off that look? I don’t know.
Now, keep in mind that she’s not exactly my type. At least, I don’t believe so. Not the stereotypical punk rocker look, just has really gorgeous hair that covered her left eye. I was hooked.
Me? Shit, I don’t know what was so redeeming about me. I’m not ugly or unattractive by any means, but I will point out I feel like I’m very average. A bit of chin hair, brown hair that was a bit longer than normal, green eyes, a bit of a gut, but also not out of shape. Neither of us were what we would call porn star material.
She sat next to me, I fed her my cheesiest one-liner, and we kind of hit it off from there.
—–
“I must to be your student loans, because you seem to have a lot of interest in me,” I said, with the utmost confidence.
“Oh, shut up,” she said with a groan, but a small laugh. “That’s so terrible.”
“Hey, it can’t be the worst pick-up line you’ve ever heard, right?”
“No, but that’s right up there.”
“Anyway, name’s Max.”
“I’m Jessica,” she said. Whether or not her real name was Jessica was up for debate, but I paid no mind to it. My mind went from loner’s night out to possible hookup.
“So,” I said, “what brought you over here? Surely, I can’t be more interesting than what was going on at your table, right?”
“Ugh, they’re some of the most boring people I know. All they do is talk about negative shit about how their lives are worse than they actually are. They love to complain.”
“Sorry to hear that. Maybe I can lend an ear to whatever you want to talk about?”
*That’s why she’s there, isn’t she? Fuckin’ A, are you stupid, Max? Why the hell else did she come over to you?*
However, despite my inner thoughts, she seemed to like that I was willing to listen to whatever she wanted to talk about. We spent the next two hours talking about various different things, from our favourite music, to political views, to where we’ve been.
Jessica was here for school, with a part-time job to help pay for bills. No one else lived with her, so she kind of led a bit of a lonely life outside of the job and school.
“All I do is just go to work. I graduated a few years ago,” I said to here, doing my best to relate to her situation. “Moved out here about a year ago for work and don’t know anyone for the most part.”
“You ever get lonely at all,” she asked.
“Sometimes, yeah. I haven’t had a relationship with someone since I graduated. What about you, living all by yourself?”
“Very,” she said with a slight pause. “My classmates, my co-workers…my friends. They all barely know I’m there or here. Some days, I just wonder if I should start all over and move away after graduation.”
I put my hand on her leg, lean in a bit and tell her that “life gets a bit easier being around people you know. People you’re comfortable with.”
I made my move, and wait for her to react.
“Oh,” she sheepishly said, “I don’t know, Max. I think I know where you’re getting at. You’re great and all, but-”
“But what,” I abruptly asked. “You go back to your apartment and sleep alone for another evening, wishing someone would acknowledge you and give you the attention you need and deserve?”
Jessica seemed to be shy on the idea, but she didn’t say no right away. I had her attention, and she knew I was right.
“How can I trust you, though? I mean, we barely know each other after a couple of hours.”
“A couple of hours seemed to be more than what your friends have done. See?” I pointed to the booth their friends were at. They must have left some time ago.
That gave her some assurance in my point.
“Okay, you have a point, I suppose,” she agreed, quite melancholily.
“Would it make you feel more comfortable if we went back to your apartment,” I asked, in an effort to make her feel more secure.
**LAAAAAST CALL!**
Christ, that time already? Well, at least I wasn’t leaving alone that night, unlike others.
“Sure,” Jessica said. “Let’s go back to my place.”
—–
She unlocked the door to her apartment. It wasn’t exactly the Waldorf Astoria, but hey, it was cheap living, y’know?
“This is my place,” she said. “It’s not much, but I get by. Sorry if it’s a bit cramped.”
Her studio apartment was lined with posters, pictures of her adventures with friends and family, and clothes littering the floor. “Sorry if it’s a bit of a mess, Max,” she said, worryingly, “I haven’t had time to do the laundry yet.”
“That’s alright,” I said. I went to close the door. I didn’t lock it. As the door closed, she grabbed my arm, swung me around towards her, and she pressed me up against the door, kissing me. I was certainly surprised, to say the least. I thought I had a bit more work to do winning her over.
“Oh, Max,” she said in a sultry tone, “I need this just as much as you do. I trust you.”
My back was still pressed against the door, which I thought would fall over at any point, leaving our escapade into the dim, fluorescent lighted hallway. She had one hand on my chest, slowly making its way south, while the other was right on my ass.
As her hand was slowly sliding down to my pants, I stopped her right at my belly button. She seemed shocked, looked right at me. “Max? What’s the matter?”
I had a look that was slightly out of breath, but still concerning. “Jess, I don’t want to make you feel like you’re forced to do this, unless you want to.”
“Oh, fuck off,” she dismissively said. “You said all that shit to bring me back to my apartment just to chill? I told you. I need this. You do, too.”
“Then I want to hear you ask for it.”
She gasps as I firmly grip her ass with my right hand and lift her onto her bed, which does have some of her books on it. She was taken aback for a brief moment. In shock, she kind of sat a bit motionless. Not in terror, but just pure shock that I had made that aggressive of a move, as if that’s never happened to her before.
“Well,” I said, “aren’t you going to ask me?”
“I…Max, I.” She was getting nervous. Then, she pulls me in, and in exhale, she says what I wanted to hear. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like tomorrow doesn’t exist, Max. I’m yours.”
—–
She cups my dick in her hand, saying it’s what she wants tonight. I let her undress me, taking control of the physical aspect of the night. She didn’t have to stroke me for very long to get the shaft hard. I undress her, rub her already wet clit, and I get on top of her.
She wraps her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, back against the bed, in full caress of my body as I insert the head in slowly. She softly moans with each, slow thrust into her. Deeper. Faster. Harder, gradually.
We start to sweat a bit with the effort we’re putting into and onto each other. Her bed, creaking with each hard push inside. Our moans become louder as we come closer to climax.
I can barely keep it together, holding back as much as I can before I burst. “Jessica,” I softly say to her in her left ear. In her pleasure, she give a swift “uh-huh.”
“Jess, I’m about to cum. I can’t hold back much longer, babe.”
“In.”
*What?!*
“Cum. In. Side. Ahh. Ahh,” she says in-tune with the fast, slapping rhythm.
*Fuck! We’re not using a condom! But, I can’t stop. It’s too good not to.*
As I hit climax, I pump everything I had held back deep within her, letting out a loud, satisfying moan, thinking this is the end of it and we’re sleeping afterwards.
Holy shit, was I wrong.
She shoves me onto my back, at my most vulnerable time having just came. “What,” she says, “you thought once you were finished, that’s that?”
I couldn’t answer. I was out of breath, still trying to catch it after what seemed to be ten minutes of non-stop fucking. Jessica then climbs on top, grabbing a slightly, still throbbing penis. “Looks like he’s not done yet. Good. Neither am I.”
She strokes my shaft slowly, softly, and lustily. “You’ve made quite the mess, you know. Guess I’ll have to wash these sheets, too, when I can. For now, this’ll have to do.”
She licks the head as she would an ice cream cone, sucking up all of the juices from her tight pussy and any semen that may have stayed on. Her mouth, just as warm as her vagina was, hugs my cock as she warms it back up for another go-around.
Once she’s finished, she turns her back to me and puts it in once again, telling me to sit up and grab a hold of her.
I muster up enough strength to do so, holding her luscious, soft breasts in my hands. I carefully pinch her nipples and play around with them as she hops up and down, only to stop to grind in each direction every minute or so.
“Ahh, fuck. Max, I’m almost there. Don’t stop,” she barely lets out. The sensation of her being pounded and massaged is getting to her, as her mind goes blank. It seems louder than the first round the way we’re breathing, grunting, clapping our bodies together.
“Oh, Jessica,” I let out in exhale.
She doesn’t hold back. “Ahh, Max. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Ahh!”
As she yells in ecstasy, her body starts to tense up, gripping me tightly inside of her with every thrust she makes down. She tries to go faster, but her body won’t let her anymore, as it’s on the verge of climax. I pump as fast as I can, wanting to cum inside of her again.
Suddenly, I stop. At the time, I don’t know why. I felt, relief, though, as I had actually went blank mentally and had came inside her as she had came as well.
We both pass out, in the heat of the moment, in pure passion for one another. To me, it did not seem like another one night stand. The last thing I remember before I did was her body laying next to mine.
“Thank you, Max,” she says, or at least it sounded like it. She give me a kiss as I drift away.
—–
I wake up the morning after the one night stand in her apartment, only to see I am the only one left in here.
“The fuck? She leave me all by myself in her place?!” I was still a bit groggy, exhausted from last night. That’s when I noticed a note on her table, which seemed to be for me.
*Max,*
*Thanks for an incredible night. Had to go to work, sadly. I haven’t felt like that in a while. The way you made me feel at the bar, at home, really made me feel special. Or, at the very least, very happy. Maybe we can be something more? My cell # is on the back. Help yourself to w/e is left in the fridge.*
*- Jessica*
Damn. They way we embraced each other, though, did make it feel as if it was not our first time together. Maybe I’m not so pathetic after all.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6czts1/more_than_physical_mf_one_night_stand